Chapter Two
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Daren's POV:
Sophie was working on the cuff of my suit, clinking them together. I straightened up and folded the collar before doing the buttons. I looked in the mirror one last time. Seeing some hair strand moving in a disorderly way, I used my hand to push it back. Finally, I looked good.
Sophia looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled at me. She raised her feet, stretched, and kissed my cheek.
"Where are you going, my love?" Her voice was soothing, like silk.
"Oh, um, I have a business meeting that I have to catch up on." My eyes didn't avert from the mirror. I was still looking at myself.
"So, when will you come back for me?" her seductive voice rang in my ear.
I turned back and saw her sitting on the bed, luring me to come join her. The robes that she tied on her body were now loose. Her firm breast pointed at me, calling me. I couldn't take my hands off her naked body.
I considered taking off my suit and calling my parents to postpone the meeting—date—but I had to exercise control so that I didn't allow my libido to get the best of me.
"Not now, Sophie." I turned my back away from her so that I didn't begin to reconsider my decision. From the reflection on the mirror, her face looked pinched, but I knew it was just an act.
"So now you refuse me…" Her voice sounded hurt.
"You know I wouldn't do that." I walked to her and kissed her on the lips. Once. I looked over her breast and walked out of the room, preparing myself for the other part of my life. A wedding.
I didn't tell anyone where I was going, especially Stacie. I entered my Ferrari car and drove off, hoping to meet up right in time.
I boosted the speed limit of my car and checked my wristwatch until I got to the restaurant where my father said he'd reserved for us.
The morning sun of Manhattan blasted my eyes, so I dug a pair of black sunglasses to match my tailored suit. I closed my Ferrari and opened the door of the restaurant, drinking the view and looking out for my supposed fiancée.
The only people inside were two couples clinking their glasses, exchanging glances at themselves while they waited for who takes the first sip. I scanned around, my eyes finally catching a blonde staring around, waiting for someone who could be me.
I walked briskly to her and flashed the most charming smile I've got. She had blonde hair, which was my pick, but I hated brown eyes. No matter the shade of brown.
I tried to keep my composure. "Sandra Drupin?"
The girl gave me a pitiable look, weighing my life with her eyes. When she was satisfied with the scrutiny, she frowned and whispered something that sounded like "arrogant".
"It's Sandra Lupin," she said and sighed. In addition, she rolled those her ludicrous brown eyes at me.
"Oh, my bad." I took a seat opposite her. "I suppose we're supposed to get married."
"I do not like you. One bit." Her words were heavy and pinched with hate.
"Oh, neither do I. I even have a girlfriend I cannot leave, unless you service me like she does." I tried to be light in this conversation.
"You're disgusting." She rolled her eyes at me and looked me square in the eyes while the waitress dropped our orders.
"So are you. You know, you're mine and I get to day what happens here. After all, your father is the indebted one here."
"This is not about my father," she said.
I took a sip of my coffee that scalded my lips a bit, but I didn't dare wince in pain. "This is about family, my dear. You don't have a say and you can't do anything about this. You should be grateful about this. I left a naked, s*x-driven woman to come talk to you." His words slurred at "you."
"I left all my life to talk—and eventually, marry you. Everything that I'd built, everything I live for now goes to the drain because one morning, my parents decide to tell me I'd be getting married to a man who I don't even know or give a s**t about." She was on the verge of tears, but she held it in. That was what women did when they tried to show bravery.
She wiped her eyes with the napkin on the table, pretending to adjust the mascara on her eyes.
"None of it is our fault, we just have to dance to the music, which I'm open to." My eyes crinkled, enjoying her pain.
"I hear you're proud."
"You'll hear many things about me, my love."
"I'm not your love," she fired. "We're just… I dunno. What's our reason for being here?"
"For us to get to know each other. So, tell me," I said, "what are your likes and dislikes?"
"I don't like you, I think we should start from there."
I rolled my eyes. "You're not making this easy for anybody."
"I don't want to be here."
I smiled sadly. "You cannot choose, you'll be a Pattinson soon."
She bit her lower lip, then suckled from the straw that was a channel to her smoothie. "Do you like me?"
I chuckled, then burst into a mirthless laugh. "Not even the slightest bit."
"Then we can all go home because I don't know what the f**k were doing here."
"You can't just leave. The date has been set already. Many official and elite people would be there, you don't have to disappoint them." I searched my pocket and dug out a velvet box and pushed it to her front.
She picked the box and opened it, displaying a big, diamond ring. She waited for me to talk so I tried explaining.
"That's our ring, not to worry, I also got mine." I brought out another box that contained another plain ring.
"Okay."
"Then, our vows, what have you gotten down?" I asked her.
"Our vows? Well, I just found out that I'd be getting married to you today. How would I have prepared a 'vow'?"
"Well, I've got down mine and I hope you get to write yours. Here's mine: Dear Sandra, it is nothing but pleasure that I get to say this to you in front of everyone present, and that I tell them of how I promise to love you every single day of my life, and how to take care of you in all ways I can. In sickness, in death, till death do us part."
She rolled her eyes. "All lies. I can't get why you lie in front of that many people."
"We're trying to get them to buy our dies on love." My coffee was long gone so I fondled with the box.
"Okay, I think I've gotten mine."
I half smiled. "Spill."
"Dear, Darren—"
"It's Daren," I cut her off. "Just one r."
"Would you let me? I didn't complain when you got my surname all wrong."
"Okay. Fine." I reclined into my chair to let her speak.
"Dear Daren, it is a surprise that we will be getting married soon. I can't believe I'd tie a marital knot with a selfish, narcissist like you. You disgust me so I wonder how I'd be able to love you to death do us part, that's if we don't get to kill you." She spat out, furious.
"There, there, sweetie," I chuckled at her words. "You don't have to be violent about this, you'll get to love sooner or later."
"I doubt," she said angrily. She stood up and dragged her bag, taking her own ring. "Good bye, Daren."
"Get your vows ready, see you on the day of our wedding."
I laughed as she stomped out of the restaurant in a fit. What a wonderful marriage ahead.
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